Yeah!

Grown Ass Men and Women:

I received better than average reviews on my last post, so I am going to extend it even furthur (that's what she said). I present to you a continuation of the list of The Real Men and Women of Genius, I hope everyone is fully satisfied at the end (that's what she said). I hope you enjoy my creativity and aggresive style (that's what she said). Here it comes, brace yourself (that's what she said). Here's to you Mr. or Miss...

a.) Mr. or Miss Worthless Question Asker on Exam Day:

It never fails folks. There is always that asshole who struts into the classroom on exam day with a little shit-eating grin, and carefully picks his seat of choice next to a group of people who probably already hate him. While this group of people is going over some last-minute questions they may have, or is plugging in some last-minute equations into their shady cheat program on their TI-83 Plus, this asshole is surveying the scene and still sporting his or her little shit-eating grin. You spark some flirtacious conversations with some girls or dudes that you have no chance with, and you are then soon to propose the infamous worthless question to certain individuals, and then to the group at large. The whole group senses that the question is upon them. Game time, the question is fired: "Yo dude, you ready for this?" I certainly don't speak for everyone, but this could be one of the most worthless questions that can ever be proposed. At this point, it just straight-up serves no meaningful purpose. It is such a conversation filler it's stupid. Mr. or Miss Worthless Question Asker on Exam Day, you only ask the question because you are a nerd and have nothing else to talk about. You only ask the question to either make yourself feel better when you did not study and hope to find out that you are not alone, or to make yourself feel better when you actually did study and you want to reinforce the idea that you are more prepared than many other students. You are a nerd, straight-up bro. Here's to you Mr. or Miss Worthless Question Asker on Exam Day! Today, we salute you!

b.) Mr. Little League Travel Baseball Player Who Plays Right Field and Bats 9th:

Celebrate we will because today we honor you, Mr. Little League Travel Baseball Player Who Plays Right Field and Bats 9th! You are literally the reason why little league baseball coaches hate the classic little league rule that every player on the team has to at least bat once and play at least one full inning in the field. You literally contribute nothing to an otherwise decent baseball squad other than a guaranteed strike-out in your three-pitch, truly embarrassing to even watch at-bat, as well as a guaranteed error during your brief, one-inning (maybe two innings if the Ten Run-Rule is the deciding factor of the game) shelf-life in the desolate right field goat pasteur full of dandelions and nothingness. I suppose those are not contributions at all, so you do literally contribute nothing as far as game performance is concerned. However, you do contribute some decent jokes, are always the first to initiate some classic rally chants, and are always sporting your classic upside down rally cap. Alongside these positive dugout contributions, you also load your bat bag with tons of key travel baseball supplies: Big League Chew (multiple flavors), Seeds (many varities), Gatorades (multiple flavors), and other key items. Team members seem to take pleasure in merking these supplies when they join me to rest their bodies in the shade-filled dugout. Your equipment is always the best and since you have no need for it, the people who actually play take full advantage of your sick Easton Redline C-Core big barrel bat, your sick Oakley Shades that you look terrible in, as well as your miscellaneous items such as batting donuts and awesome training devices that become property of the on deck-circle that you almost virtually never spend time in unless you happen to walk through it between innings to help warm-up the left fielder or help the catcher with his equipment. It looks like you do prove to be a valuable team component, and notice how I used the term "component" and not "player," let's be real fellas. At the end of the day though, you are the fucking man. You know I love you so. Here's to you Mr. Little League Travel Baseball Player Who Plays Right Field and Bats 9th! Today, we salute you!

c.) Mr. or Miss Terrible iPod Song Selector at A Rowdy Party or On A Roadtrip:

This one goes out to you Mr. or Miss Terrible iPod Song Selector at A Rowdy Party or On A Roadtrip. You provide people with much enjoyment at your expense. You have proven time and time again to totally kill the vibe of those around you at a party or on a roadtrip jam session. You pull crazy moves such as pulling the ripcord mid-song on a party favorite like "Usher ft. Lil' Jon - Yeah!," and put on "Coldplay - The Scientist." Both good songs in their own right, but talk about a 180 degree song reversal in the worst possible setting at the worst possible time. Even the classic songs such as "Alanis Morrissette - Ironic" are never as good when you are the one putting them on. You totally lack the ability to read the vibe of the party or the mood that your fellow passengers are in during a roadtrip. Your timing is so epicly bad, and the more you try to make amends to your already irreversible reputation by selecting better and more timely songs in the future, the more epic your song selection fails actually become. Once partygoers or roadtrip passengers notice your interest and desire to select the next song, and they see your dirty little paws on the iPod, there always emerges a crew of assholes who are the designated people that steer you clear away from the iPod area. This crew of assholes monitor the iPod area and make sure your dirty paws are nowhere near it at all times. When the monitoring crew eventually becomes overly intoxicated at a party and fails to remember to keep you away from the iPod, or when the monitoring crew falls asleep on a roadtrip, and you finally secretly manage to sneak a song in, we will then find both of these crews in both situations quickly reemerging to the iPod zone to fix the situation. These crews both just inherently know that the current terrible song choice that they suddenly hear was yours and yours alone. The situation is dealt with properly, your song choice is quickly extinguished, and the homeostasis of the car or party atmosphere is quickly restored to the optimal level. Here's to you Mr. or Miss Terrible iPod Song Selector at A Rowdy Party or On A Roadtrip! Today, we salute you!

d.) Mr. or Miss Slightly Above Average C.Y.O. Basketball Player:

Average Points Per Game: 8; Average Assists Per Game: 2; Average Rebounds Per Game: 2; Career Game-High: 24 points, 5 assists, 4 boards. You consistently perform at a respectable, but mediocre level game in and game out. You contribute, there is no question about that. You show flashes of brilliance at certain times, but those flashes are indeed flashes: very short-lived moments in time. Mr. or Miss Slightly Above Average C.Y.O. Basketball player, you could be considered to be a natural athlete by some uneducated sports fans here and there. You take so much pride in the fact that you are on the "A" team of your gradeschool, but deep down know that you could just as easily be a "B" team kinda guy. You get nervous at the onset of each new season when rosters are sometimes tweaked in the war room of the annual coaches meeting among the three teams that your school has. Do not fret young man of the hoops world, you are alas safe for another year. You love sports and you keep up to date with the wins and the losses of all the teams in your very mediocre C.Y.O. conference. You keep up with the freshest shoes in the industry and have proudly repped your Penny Hardaway's, your Jason Kidd's, and your Allen Iverson "Answers" to the same 30 or 40 patrons that attend your games. When 7th and 8th grade rolls around, you find yourself losing your starting role to the kid who is now better than you, and you become the sixth or seventh man on a team with minimal depth. You struggle a bit at first in your new back-up role and find some inner-strength to cope with this new transition, but you quickly move on when you realize there is no basketball in your future and finally clearly see that the kid who now starts over you is indeed actually better than you. You are a warrior of the hardwood, a chiseled veteran who has seen it all. You have had the same number stamped on your jersey since your first exhibition game in 4th grade. Dust off those 2nd place City Tournament trophies young man, you have survived a long and brutal test that the regional C.Y.O. League presents to all of its participants. Only the strong survive, you are now one of the strong ones. Here's to you Mr. or Miss Slightly Above Average C.Y.O. Basketball Player. Today, we salute you!


...Looks like I am exactly these guys. I am a Real Man of Genius, shit man. Kinda sucks? Ah, it's cool. I'll shake it off! Everyone else who falls into these categories: You guys are Gs. Stay perfect fellas!
QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

"We're breaking and rebuilding.
And we're growing, always guessing, never knowing.
Shocking, but we're nothing.
We're just moments.
We're clever, but we're clueless.
We're just human.
Amusing, but confusing.
We're trying, but where is this all leading?
We'll never know."

- Jack Johnson

CLOSING THOUGHTS:

Sick gem of a song is "Moby - First Cool Hive." Make tomorrow a great day! Be smart and use your head (that's what she said)! Hakuna matata, means no worries.


Just Can't Wait To Be King,

Meatson, out.

Riding Solo

Real Men and Women of Genius:

There comes a time and place where certain people deserve a salute. There comes a time and place where we must make a toast to and honor those certain essential characters that exist within our midst. You have presented before you some of the Real Men and Women of Genius that keep our society up and running on the regular. Today, we salute you Mr. or Miss...

a.) Mr. or Miss Semi-Retarded Cock Block Friend:

Mr. or Miss C.B. Friend, you know not what you do. We all love you, and you always have the best of intentions, but when it comes down to those crucial moments in social situations, you completely and utterly lack the understanding and awareness skills that allow you to realize the critical moment of when your physical presence is no longer needed or wanted by the parties who are interested in each other. Your standard C.B. tends to pop in that mediocre movie at the most innopportune time, or is famous for strikin' up the oven and making some T.G.I.Friday Spicy Jalapeno Poppers or Loaded Potato Skins just when you think they are about to come to their senses and leave the lovebirds alone by actually physically leaving the house or apartment. Someday perhaps, a lightbulb will start to illuminate and you will finally capture those glaringly obvious hints that are directed at nobody but yourself. Here's to you Mr. or Miss Cock Block Friend. Today, we salute you!

b.) Mr. or Miss Very Liberal Friend Requester:

Mr. or Miss Liberal Friend Requester, you show no restraint when it comes to who or when you choose to send a friend request to. Never talked to this person in your life, no problem! Consider yourself requested! Mr. or Miss Liberal Friend Requester, you consistently show no shame or have any qualms about firing out a friend request to that hottie smokeshow or good-looking bro in your ACC 222 class. You find yourself coming across an unknown hottie in someone's photo album, you find yourself liking what you see, consider this a request to be my friend! Boom. Requested. But, watch out! Once you finally see this person out or around campus, and you make solid eye-contact for the very first time in real life and not on your MacBook Pro computer screen, be prepared to be cordial, rise to the challenge, and actually exchange some words with your new "friend!" Perhaps set up a lunch date, or maybe just take it slow with your new best "friend" and arrange a time when you guys can Facebook chat! Here's to you Mr. or Miss Very Liberal Friend Requester! Today, we salute you!

c.) Mr. or Miss Fake Texter While Walking Alone or While Entering Public Places:

Mr. or Miss Fake Texter, time and time again you find yourself walking alone through campus or into a bar, and your face remains constantly glued to that illuminated Blackberry screen or crazy flip phone screen like it is providing you with life support. You want so badly to make the judgemental eyes around you think that you are in touch with your many friends. You want to make them think that you are simply far too busy gettin' blown up left, right, and center with calls, voicemails, BBMs, texts, sexts, pic-flix messages, facebook notifications, and twitter updates that you have yet had even one split second to lift your eyes off of your phone and actually acknowledge the people around you. Truth be told, however, you are aimlessly scrolling through your rather limited contact list and possibly just scoping through your recent calls and texts from your mom, dad, and the random kid in class who called you only to figure out homework answers and to get the notes that he missed from class. We will give you the benefit of the doubt, though. We will think everything and more that you want us to think. We know Mr. and Miss Fake Texter, you are busy receiving texts and calls from your endless amount of friends who all want a piece of you at the same time, all the time. The trouble is, however, there is never enough of you to go around. We get it. Here's to you Mr. or Miss Fake Texter While Walking Alone or While Entering Public Places! Today, we salute you!

d.) Mr. or Miss Overly Participative Kid in Class That Everybody Hates but You Still Have No Idea:

Today is your day Mr. or Miss Overly Participative Kid in Class That Everybody Hates but You Still Have No Idea. You are notorious for reminding teachers that the homework was due today, and of course asking whether or not they are going to collect it. You consistently, unintentionally, and unknowingly screw all of the kids in class that forgot about the homework and do not have it ready to turn in. Just when everybody thinks they are going to live to see another day, and escape from class unscathed without penalty because the teacher forgot about the homework that was due, you are there for everybody to royally crap on their faces. Just when everybody (teacher included) thinks they are going to get out of class early, and on with the rest of their day, you are always there for us to pose that time-consuming, confusing, and three-fold question that nobody (teacher included) neither wants to hear, nor wants to answer by any stretch of the imagination. If it were not for you, all exams would consist of only one form, they would always be multiple-choice, and crap such as essays, fill-ins, and short answer questions would not exist. You, however, are there for us to ensure three different forms, make certain that every question is written-out, and most importantly make sure that there is no partial credit granted. You always make sure that graphing calculators are strictly prohibited, and you always set the tone for the whole class that exam seating must be "every other seat"  when you religiously show up 20 minutes early for any last minute exam prep or mental tweaks. We thank you people, from the bottom of our hearts. Here's to you Mr. or Miss Overly Participative Kid in Class That Everybody Hates but You still Have No Idea! Today, we salute you!

e.) Mr. or Miss Terrible Story Teller:

Finally, to wrap up this edition of Real Men and Women of Genius, I would like to salute Mr. and Miss Terrible Story Teller. Once you have finally gathered a whole group's attention after many failed attempts to do so, you now have everyone's undivided attention. You take a look at the group's many sets of eyes, which are now in full of anticipation of a classic story that has guaranteed laughs written all over it. Mr. or Miss Terrible Story Teller, you becomes nervous, but quickly regroup and begin your "epic" story. About two minutes into the story, you realize it really is not an epic story at all, or even a story for that matter. Your listeners begin to feel uncomfortable and recognize that it is now officially an awkward moment for everyone involved. And so, Mr. and Miss Terrible Story Teller, you generally end your now epic story fail with a resounding, "Dude, whatever. F*** you! You had to be there, alright!" Whereby, everyone now laughs not with you, but definitely at you, and remembers to never trust your story-telling abilities ever again. Here's to you Mr. or Miss Terrible Story Teller! Today, we salute you!

*Note: While I have attempted to make fun of these Real Men and Women of Genius, I certainly mean what I wrote, but as I have said before: Who is anybody to try to make fun of you? Many of these things are without question very funny to me, but there are a million and one things that people can make fun of me for. So fear not Real Men and Women of Genius, you are not alone!

QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

"Well I know what's right, I got just one life.
In a world that keeps on pushin' me around, I'll stand my ground.
And I won't back down."

- Tom Petty

CLOSING THOUGHTS:

Just straight-up good times on the reg! Make tomorrow a great day everybody, love ya to the moon and back!


Shake, Shake Sha Sha Shake It,

Meatson, out.

Babylon

Championship Performers:

My mind has been on the move. I have been carefully deliberating many things as I go about my last remaining weeks here in beautiful Oxford, Ohio where there is a confirmed surplus of beautiful women flocking like the Salmon of Capistrano. Let me introduce you to my newest train of thought. And by 'Train,' I do not mean the Polar Express. Sorry, dumb joke. It was there for the taking, had to do it. Retrain focus, please. Now initiating serious mode. Serious mode: initiated. Show some respect: Isn't the power of friendship such an overwhelmingly beautiful thing? There is no price tag in the world that can take the place of a lifelong friendship. Well, at least I certainly believe so. People have been known to say that friends often enter into our lives, and more often than not, people also say that those same friends eventually exit our lives as Father Time continually crawls onward without even the slightest of hesitation, or without any serious attempts to look back for even a split second. As for me personally, I would have to argue to the contrary. I feel as though it is more accurate to say that these friends never actually exit our lives at any point in our existence, but rather continually enter into our lives at the most opportune times, whether it be physically present or in spirit.

I am of the thought that each and every single person in this world is no better than the next person. It is unquestionably true that there are certain people that you meet in your life that may only last a short, fleeting moment due to a drastic change of circumstance, especially at this point in our lives where people are headed north, south, east, and west, and every which way in between. These people who you barely know could very well determine, and are all too often very instrumental in shaping how you live your life and how you think about the world around you. It is a fact of life that people may eventually, at some point in time, grow apart from each other. There could be an infinite amount of reasons as to why two people might slowly grow apart. The process of getting into all of the potential reasons as to why this might be so is reserved for a very rainy day and many moons from now.

Although we do not see each other very much but maybe twice a year, I still consider Pat McKillen a pretty good friend of mine. Pat is a dirty (not literally dirty, his material is so fresh) solo artist (also shreds with his band) that struts his mad guitar game on the regular. His voice is not out of this world by any means, but it is so unbelievably real and genuine that it gets the best of me and any other listeners everytime we hear him hit a note. Keep on keepin' on Mr. McKillen. Let go your heart. Let go your head. Feel it now. Keep it up McKillen, your shit is certainly not weak. You are a very special person without question.

To prove to everyone that I am not blowin' smoke up his own butthole, I will provide everyone with some McKillen samples:

*Sick Acoustic Cover of Ke$ha - Tik Tok:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZyfOldDua5s&feature=related


*One of My Favorite Songs: David Gray - Babylon. Covered Beautifully:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrL3n_rT9k4


QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

"You're the only one who ever took me seriously, Pete."

- Rudy


CLOSING THOUGHTS:

Appreciate what you have, while you still have it. I wanna give a special shout out to my dudes John and Rob. I have grown up with you guys since we were little guys running around Bay and Westlake without any idea of what the future held in store for us. Although each of us has definitely lost touch at certain times throughout our journey through life thus far, I will forever remember you guys wherever life takes each of us next. I wish each of you much luck as you enter your next phase of life, whatever that may be. I learned a lot from both of you guys, as I do all my friends, and I am not ashamed to say it in the least. The memories that I have with you guys will always remain a part of me, and there is no one that can take that away from me. Notre Dame Football became my Saturday team to watch solely because of you guys. Amazing how life turns out, and where it eventually leads us to next. Whether you want to believe it or not,  you provided a lot of younger people, along with myself in certain ways, with a certain sense of inspiration. Whatever it is that you choose to do next in life, I wish you all the best. Remember to always maintain a positive outlook and a healthy perspective about the world around you. You guys are great people, albeit in many respects retarded much like myself. Keep on truckin' fellas. Much love.


Tik Tok on the Clock,

Meatson, out.

Right Me Up

Wankstas:

Hello creatures. How goes it? Hope your weekend was full of food, drink, and lofty spirits. Remember though, safety first. Click it or ticket: What's holding YOU back? Always keep in mind that parents who host, lose the most. Do your part to prevent forest fires. Look both ways before crossing a street. Always have a fire escape plan. Properly implement a tornado drill. By the way, one of the most underrated things ever was and always will be letting out an explosive gas during a gradeschool tornado drill. The faculty and staff are essentially encouraging students to pass gas as they make everyone get down into a submissive position and hover their backsides into the air, thus setting up the perfect storm for gas to be aggressively launched all over a significantly overcrowded room. There is only one winner during a fire drill: the class clown rebel kid who both recognizes and uses the golden opportunity to his advantage and actually rips some seriously pungent gas into the atmosphere. Everybody else who is subject to the rebel's putrid gas definitely loses big time. They are literally forced to accept and embrace the gas because if you get up and cause a scene, you get into trouble. The Gasees, if you will, get a seriously raw deal in this situation. The Gasser, however, lies victorious on the field of battle. The Gasser, if targeted, will probably be slapped with a demerit, but it was worth it. Sorry for gassing?

There are many a things that go way underappreciated. The lack of street cred that these items receive makes me sick. As is customary, I have compiled a list of things that I believe fly way too far under the radar in our society. Listen up:

a. Rally's French Fries
b. Mr. Hero Roman Burgers
c. Early morning Tee Times
d. Early risers / Morning people
e. Being genuinely nice
f. Disney's 'The Rescuers Down Under'
g. Bass Fishing Video Games                                           
h. Instrumental versions of Songs
i. Mr. Pibb
j. Des'ree - You Gotta Be
k. Kix Cereal
l. Bumpin' seriously Fresh Music during a Shower
m. The History Channel
n. Girls with Dude Names
o. Sex Panther Cologne
p. Luffa Sponges
q. Forts with a Television in them
r. Successfully using Combined Words such as 'Nevertheless' in the course of a normal conversation
s. Tragically Awkward Moments
t. Foot Baths
u. Jazz Music
v. Men's Hair Sculpting Wax
w. Using Antiquated Terms such as 'Supper' or 'Rapscallion' or 'Fortnight'
x. Receiving a bomb ass Fruit Basket full of quality goodies
y. Good 'n Plentys
z. Personal Pan Pizza Pies

QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

"Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same."

- The Fray


CLOSING THOUGHTS:

Always remember to count your blessings. And on a final note, how beautiful is crystal clear blue water? Brad Mattson 'Likes' this! Happy Valentine's Day to babes everywhere!


You're Listening to 'All Things Considered' on NPR,

Meatson, out.

Buy U a Drank

My Pack of Wolves:

Just face it, man. You're just an egghead. You spent your entire summer constructing your badass K'nex Roller Coaster and various badass Lego pirate ships. You spent long arduous hours on Napster pirating songs in hopes that you produce the hottest mix-tape that the Summer of 1999 has ever seen. The intended recipient of this dope mix-tape would be the hottie that resembles Wendy Peffercorn in your Social Studies class. She also happens to be the hottie that you have no chance with, and the hottie that is currently dating the 8th grade stud whose had a six-pack since the first grade. The pinnacle of your day proves to be at lunch time where you have successfully reached the 40 second stage of your black cherry Mega Atomic Warhead: Xtreme Sour. Except, nobody witnessed you conquer the crucial final stage of your Mega Warhead battle because your teacher totally merked your style and your personal assigned seat happens to be in the far back corner where all the nerds congregate at the nerdery, which is of course way too far away from all of the latest lunch time action. This nerd corner is usually stationed right next to some kind of creepy crawler animal like a turtle or a frog housed in a grimy aquarium. The nerds are also subject to being stationed near a jungle of plants that are all but dead, except the teacher still insists that they need to be watered at each day's end. Nerds are always subject to dead plant watering duty. More about the classroom animals, I always felt bad for those little classroom creatures. They literally have like two options of what to do with their day. They can choose to either: 1.) Sit on the one, rather uncomfortable rock that is generously provided to them near a broken, obnoxiously loud filter; or 2.) Creep around and doggy paddle within about a two cubic feet area in the grimy dump water that hasn't been changed in months. All the meanwhile, these little animals are staring out through the aquarium glass wanting to be free like Nemo. These are the two options they are faced with every single day of their lives, generally lasting until their death. Shit, man. There's just something wrong about that. I feel for you little buggers. Stay strong.

I have come to respect nerds. This is probably because I exhibit so many nerd-like traits that I am without question a nerd. Except, I was wondering what it is that truly makes someone an official nerd? I understand the whole pocket protector, suspenders, thick glasses type of nerd. But, I have compiled a list of various nerds that have surfaced in popular American culture and have become a special part of my life. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you a quick list of some of the greatest nerds the world has ever laid its eyes on. These nerds will stand the test of time. Hats off. Shoes off. Stand up straight. Pay your respects:

*Classics:

Fuller (Home Alone)
McLovin' (Superbad)
Ferguson (Clarissa Explains It All)
Minkus (Boy Meets World)
Steve Urkel (Family Matters)
Samuel 'Screech' Powers (Saved by the Bell)                             
Carlton Banks (Fresh Prince)
Lewis Skulnick (Revenge of the Nerds; also starred as Sam McGuire in Lizzie McGuire)
The Sherminator (American Pie; also starred as Cadet Wiluger in Major Payne)
Andy Bernard (The Office)
Kyle Edwards (Road Trip)
Newt (The Big Green)
Kent Dorfman (Animal House)
Andy Stitzer (The 40 Year Old Virgin)
Danny Tanner (Full House)


*Most Valuable Nerd (M.V.N.): Rick Moranis


Notable Moranis Roles:

Coach Danny O'Shea (Little Giants)
Louis Tully (Ghostbusters)
Wayne Szalinski (Honey I Shrunk the Kids)

*Dark Horse:

Donkey Lips (Salute Your Shorts)


I suggest a standing ovation. These guys bring tears to my eyes. So what exactly is it that defines someone as an official nerd? I couldn't answer that. All of these dudes are more than good in my book. It's all about having passion for whatever it is that you like to do. I don't care if you like to crush calculus problems all day, that's good with me if it's what you like to do. Chances are I won't be hanging out with a calculus junkie anytime soon, but I guess you never really know. Do what you love to do. Don't hesitate to do something because others may hate on it. People who actually have a problem with what you have a passion for can go pound salt.


QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

"Because maybe, you're gonna be the one who saves me.
And after all, you're my wonderwall."

-Oasis


CLOSING THOUGHTS:

Dark horse party saver: Britney Spears - Lucky. Must have for any iPod.


Remix to Ignition,

Meatson, out.

Halo

Creepy Crawlers:

Sup wit it. What it do baby. How was your weekend? Mine was dope. Tons of funnies were made, and a lot of creep creep creepin' was done. This weekend featured some serious hooligans. The All-Star cast included the likes of the following:

                                                                                                         *All-State:

- Anna 'I'm Literally An Angel' Porto - (In Spirit)

*All-District:

- Alex 'I'm Bossay' Mallozzi
- Annie 'You'se Ma Bitch' Hinkel
- Tommy 'Quit Yappin' I'm Tryin' Ta Game' Armagno
- Rob 'Picture Me Gassin' ' Armagno
- Ali 'Knuck If Ya Buck' Heinonen

*Honorable Mention:

- Foxy Brown

*Hit the Showers Kid, You're Done:

- High Flyin' John Ryan


*Gilmore? I Called Your Name Didn't I?:

- Bobby 'Bar Hopper' McConville



Thoughts, Questions, Concerns: Good work fellas. Teamwork on three: 1, 2, 3...Teamwork.






You are now entering my zone of random thoughts that creep around and circulate in my head all day:

1.) What happened to DZ Discovery Zone?
2.) How dope are scarves? (Bradley Mattson "Likes" this!)
3.) The Grammy's and award shows are getting so emo it hurts.
4.) Suck me sideways and call me Sally, what in the name of creep was Lady Gaga wearing at the Grammy's?
5.) David Archuleta is a G.
6.) Baby I can see your Halo, you know you're my saving grace.
7.) I wish I was jacked up and had a mean six-pack.
8.) I seriously need to initiate Spring-Break mode and hit the weights and unhit Skipper's criss-cut fries and fatty Dub-Bacon Burgs.
9.) If I were a boy?
10.) Sharkbait Hoo Ha-Ha.
11.) My double, sometimes triple chin has got to go. Spring Break babes do not generally show any type of respect towards the Dubski Chinski.
12.) I have been getting so hooked up with Tags and red Notifications lately, so legit.
13.) Taylor Swift is also a G.
14.) Maaaa, the meatloaf! I never know what she's doing in there.
15.) If you tell a girl "I spy with my little eye a serious hottie," they may or may not get creeped out. And by 'may or may not' I mean it's guaranteed.
16.) Weezy F. Baby.
17.) Hot sauce in ma bag.
18.) That butt will just not quit, it refuses to give up.
19.) Cold draft beers.
20.) Wassup nukka mayne.

This is all circumventing within like a three minute time span. I think you get the idea. Boom. Roasted.

QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not."

- Cobain, Kurt.


CLOSING REMARKS:

No ceilings motha sucka. Be easy.


Get Ya Shine On,

Meatson, out.

Party In The USA

Greetings Buttfaces:


I seem to have developed an affinity for constructing lists of certain things. I would like to take this opportunity to compile a list of some of the things that I consider to be the creepiest things ever known to man, at least in my book. Without furthur adieu...

a. Chucky from the movie Child's Play ("Good Guy Dolls")
b. People who work the Prize Desk at Chuck-E-Cheez's (and Chuck-E's band)
c. Ice Cream Trucks that slowly drive through a neighborhood playing a jingle
d. A Ball Sac (Scrotum)
e. Male high school Field Hockey coaches
f. The combination of a Black Trench Coat, Black Boots, and long Black Hair
g. Bowling Alley Owners
h. Jigsaw on his Tricycle (from "Saw" movies)
i. Peep Holes
j. American Idol's Adam Lambert
k. The inventor of Rohypnol (roofies)
l. People on MySpace
m. The Streets of Oxford after 3:00 AM
n. Milk served in a clear bag instead of a standard mini carton
o. Porn Shop Owners
p. Traveling Carnivals and the people who work them, especially Ferris Wheels
q. People who play Magic the Gathering
r. People who call Late-night Adult Chat Hotlines
s. Ventriloquist Dolls
t. People on "To Catch a Predator"
u. The Leprechan in the movie "Leprechan"
v. People who wear shirts that say "They're Out There," referring to aliens
w. Grundles
x. The Bad Guy from the movie "Dennis the Menace"
y. The "Dog" in Beauty and the Beast who was actually a Foot Rest
z. Bloggers

QUOTES OF THE DAY:

"Hi! I'm Chucky! And I'm your friend 'til the end!"

"Hi! I'm Chucky! Wanna play?"

- Chucky



CLOSING THOUGHTS:

I am so creeped out right now. I need to stop writing. Until we meet again.



They're Out There,

Meatson, out.

Every Mile A Memory

Acquaintances of Mine:

I have compiled a list of things that you just gotta respect. Things that are just too classic. Things that just stand the test of time.

You Just Gotta Respect:

a. A hottie B-dubs waitress
b. Hamilton Porter (Sandlot)
c. Charlie Conway (Mighty Ducks Trilogy)
d. Bruce Boggtrotter (Matilda)
e. Your standard Emo kid
f. A 300-yard drive
g. Your standard Home-Run blast to the bleachers
h. A stock 3-yard TD run up the gut into the zone
i. Hitting the High School Cup in Beer Pong
j. Sum 41
k. Slapping the glass on your standard Lay-Up
l. Showering with a beer
m. "That's what she said" opportunities
n. Your classic overly serious Pick-up basketball player at the YMCA
o. Fortune Tellers in gradeschool
p. Bank Shots
q. Realizing that you are currently on Photo #126 in a Person's album that you don't know
r. Evil, menacing "Putties" from The Power Rangers
s. Your standard pair of Tighty-Whities
t. Your classic, well-executed Picture Crop
u. Asking the question, "Yo, you goin' out tonight?"
v. Your classic overly blatant Sext Message at 2:40 AM
w. Drink Specials that are not special by any means
x. White basketball players
y. Brett Favre and how much better he is at life than you
z. Your classic Blogger who tries to be funny and then hopes that people inform him that they read and love his blog so he can have something to talk about (...me)


Bonus Respectable Items:

i. Dutch Ovens
ii. Jnco Jeans / Soaps / Grinding Rails
iii. McDonald's Breakfast ends at 10:30 AM
iv. Just straight-up knowing that someone is way cooler than you
v. Just straight-up knowing that you have no chance with a girl


This list goes on and on everybody. There are things in life that you just gotta respect. I take the approach that you can find humor in everything around you. Everything and everyone fulfills some sort of role in life. I think people sometimes simply need to lighten up and learn to cool their jets. Enjoy everything that life offers us. Try to find beauty in everything. Everyone gets upset and emotional at certain times. I say to sit-back, relax, and ask yourself, "Is this really gonna matter in the future when I look back on it?" There is a good chance that you will smile and laugh, and realize that it really was not a big deal. Belieee' dat.


QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

"That's what she said."

- Everyone


CLOSING REMARKS:

Sharkbait Hoo Ha-Ha.



Peace Out Cub Scout,

Meatson, out.

Say Hello, Wave Goodbye

Party People:

Holy weekend. I seriously underestimated the beast. Oxford got the best of me, that is for damn sure. I would like to thank everyone who made this weekend possible: Friends, enemies, food establishments, bars, Nintendo64, iPod Playlists, cable television, and Bop-It (original version, 3 options: Twist it, Pull it, Bop it). This weekend was brought to you by the City of Oxford and viewers like you.

I would like to give a special shout-out to the girls of Landmark for hosting such a wonderful event a few days back. You know it's the best party ever when you literally cannot move. I found myself stuck in the corner, which is generally my go-to spot at a party because no one wants to talk to me anyways, talking to a bunch of nerds. I was trapped for the remainder of the evening. Sam Sosey, I believe I went beast mode on your whole bag of puffed Cheetos in the upstairs kitchen. I would generally buy you another bag in return, but they were puffed version. Everyone knows that crunchy are infinitely better than the whimpy puffed Cheetos. So, with that being said, I would actually argue that you owe me a bag for having to resort to puffed instead of crunchy. You have one week to deliver the goods. Also, I did take a dump in the upstairs bathroom next to the kitchen. You guys need better toilet paper. I suggest Charmin Ultra-Soft, but that's just me. Um, what else? Most likely creeped a few girls out, which is standard procedure for every event I attend. No worries, though. Oh yeah, Lexi I was looking for you near the end of the evening to try to meet under the mistle toe. I do not believe anything transpired, we failed to meet up. There is always next time. That was about the summary of my time spent at Landmark's epic rage. Well done ladies, standing ovation.

So I had it in my head that we had half a year left to spend at school. Then I realized it is more like three and a half months that we have left to enjoy. That is nuts. I felt like it was yesterday that I was scopin' babes from the monkey bars at recess at Saint Raphael's.

I suggest everyone say a few prayers for Haiti. As if the condition and health of Haiti was not already tragic enough, it has now become astronomically devastating. Words cannot describe what people are dealing with over there. We complain about an exam or an assignment that we have to study for or complete, and the people of Haiti have burdens like no access to food for days, and no money to even buy food. Many children have no family, no home, and the only clothes they have are the ones they have on their back. We complain that we don't have a Blackberry yet, and the people of Haiti complain that they do not have anywhere warm to sleep. We have to learn to get over ourselves. In the grand scheme of life, we are but one person among nearly 6.8 billion people. Next time you find yourself lying in a warm bed complaining about something in your life, I suggest you take a big step back and realize that you are beyond lucky for just having that warm bed to sleep in night after night. Put your daily complaints aside and gain some perspective about the world around you.

QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

"Let go your heart.
Let go your head.
And feel it now."

- David Gray


CLOSING THOUGHTS:

Take a moment out of your day to pray for Haiti and its people. Take a moment to pray for everyone's personal intentions. Love your neighbor as you love yourself. Gain some perspective about the world you live in.


Take Care,

Meatson, out.

Thriller

Lollipop Gang:

Let me enlighten you, the way I always do. Take a seat, take a load off your feet. Just listen to my word, although it may sound absurd. Enjoy the show, I'll show you what I know, have you sayin' bravo. I will be your mentor, do not fret I did sensor. All ears, I'll have you in tears.

Your Face < My Face
By: Brad Mattson

Your face, look like Schaffer Degen. My face, got more health than a vegan.
Your face, might as well trade-in. My face, more clutch than Kingpin.
Your face, uglier than sin. My face, where to begin?
Your face, resembles a fart. My face, got more love than a heart.
Your face, cheaper than Wal-Mart. My face, smoother than Paul Blart.
Your face, sloppier than a shart. My face, state-of-the-art.
Your face, deserves a slap. My face, more satisfying than a crap.
Your face, should be covered up. My face, got more swag than Tin Cup.
Your face, more average than Joe. My face, fresher than aloe.
Your face, can Kiss My Anthia. My face, got more fight than Xanthia.
Your face, shittier than a crap stain. My face, got more rap than Wayne.

Fin.

Shall I proceed? There is no need. I have done all the damage that ya'll can manage. I am Queens Boulevard, you collect beans like a retard. I'm just a man on a mission, don't believe in any superstition. I'm bout to lay you down, wipe off that frown. Let me see that grin, it comes from within. I do have more flow, but now I must go. Pressed for time, I'm just tryin' to get mine. Babes to see, places to be. Seacrest, out. Please, do not pout.


QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

"People always told me, be careful of what you do.
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts.
And mother always told me be careful of who you love.
And be careful of what you do, 'cause the lie becomes the truth."

- Michael Jackson

CLOSING REMARKS:

Go fast again, Dad. Get your balls back. I would like to take this opportunity to offer my apologies to anyone who took the time to read this blog. Depending on your personal reading speed, you have probably wasted anywhere from 2 to 5 minutes of your life. I deeply regret these transgressions with regards to what this blog eventually became: a P.O.S. (piece of shit). This blog is now pronounced dead at 8:14 PM on January the 14th, 2010. May the angels lead you into Heaven, and may God have mercy on your soul.

This Is Your President Signing Off,

Meatson, out.

Like A Rolling Stone

Gamer Nation:

You miss me yet? No? How bout now? No? Fine, duly noted. I get it, you have not missed me. But you know what, I will not lose any sleep over it. I will continue to carry on sharing my thoughts to all of my loyal followers, that is of course if I actually have any. I like to think that there are a few of you out there. Alright, seatbelts fastened everybody? Let's roll.

Got to show love and respect to the first week of classes for the semester. It has been said that history tends to repeat itself. I sure hope that history does not repeat itself this last semester of my collegiate career. I cannot afford to revisit the ghosts of some of my previous semesters. Those ghosts visit me in my nightmares and straight-up creep on me harder than I do at Brick Street. I need to lace up my sneakers this semester and finish strong. I have dug myself a bit of a hole for this final lap, but it is my job to dig myself out. Come to think of it, it probably more closely resembles a crater than a small hole. However, I must face the music and keep dancin' until the bar closes. I cannot merely hope that history does not repeat itself. I have to grab the bull by the horns and break mental sweats just like my main man White Goodman does. How do you think he managed to build world-famous GloboGym, Inc. The planning and construction of GloboGym facilities required endless hours of hard work, sweat, persistence, and determination. And yes, a large inheritance from his father, Earl Goodman, but that is neither here nor there. This final semester, I must build my own GloboGym. I must grab the bull by the horns. Just like Beyonce and Destiny's Child do during a bad break-up, I must do the same. I am a survivor, I'm not gonna give up, I'm gonna work harder, I'm gonna make it. And so, just like Team GloboGym does every time they prepare for dodgeball battle, just like Camp Hope does as they prepare for the Apache Relay, and certainly just like Team X-Blades and Team Pup 'N Suds do every time they strap on their K2 blades and hit the halfpipes, quarterpipes, and vert ramps, "We will, we will...rock you." Boom. Roasted.

Something that has been on my mind recently is the idea that you should always give each and every person that you meet in your life at the very least a fighting chance to become part of your life. I remember as far back as gradeschool that there were certain people that I simply did not give the time of day to. I immediately wrote them off as a person that I did not want to know or become friends with. I made an immediate decision that some people offered me nothing positive. It is far too easy to get caught up in making immediate judgments about people that you meet. Many times, these immediate judgments are based solely on physical appearance. The truth is, everyone that you meet in your life can provide you with something positive. Even if you meet a certain person and the two of you clearly do not see eye-to-eye and will most likely not become friends even anytime in the distant future, there are still valuable things to be learned from someone like this. You have done your job if you have given this person a fair opportunity to become part of your life. No matter the outcome, you have given that person a fighting chance. It is so important not to write a person off right from the start merely because of negative first impressions or some other transparent reason. I feel as though it is always the people that you least suspect to become an important part of your life that do in fact actually become that irreplaceable person in your life. And many times, it is actually the people who you least suspect that will end up letting you down in a big way. Life really is full of unexpected events repeated time and time again. Just remember the importance of giving everyone a legitimate chance. Of course, this does not mean that every encounter with someone new will lead to a special lifetime bond. I just ask you to get to know someone before an opinion is formed. Give every person a fighting chance, you never know what type of bond could slowly start to develop. Surprise yourself. Life's a garden, dig it.

QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

"But thoughts they change, and times they rearrange, I don't know who you are anymore.
Loves come and go, and this I know, I'm not who you recall anymore.
But I must confess, you're so much more then I remember.
Can't help but entertain these thoughts, thoughts of us together."

- Anberlin

RANDOM ALANIS MORISSETTE QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

Must stop quoting Alanis Morissette. Uncertain as to why I even started, but now it must rest in peace for the time being. Take care, Alanis.

 

CLOSING THOUGHTS:

You're not very funny for a clown fish.



Never Take Friendship Personal,

Meatson, out.

Fool To Think

Cash Money Millionaires:

What up Oxford. Good to be back. My blankets, pillows, bed, and couches have missed me, and I have missed them in return. There is nothing better than a solid nap at your home base posting zone back at school. There are no parents. And as it turns out, the process of answering parental phone calls just happens to be optional. Class attendance has also proved to be optional as well. Assignments, exams, and studying are all optional. Brick Street is required. It has a mandatory attendance policy. No Exceptions. Any questions, comments, concerns, or refusals to comply with party and/or bar sanctions and policies should be directed at the toll-free number belonging to Mr. Andrew Borgia at 1-800-I-Am-The-Best-Partier-Ever. I am currently signed up for BRK 417 (CRN 19245) with Professor Borgia, which meets SMTWRFS at Brick Street from 11:30 PM to 2:30 AM. His office hours follow right after the class from 2:30 AM until 4:30 AM at the late night party up above, SkyBox. He is the best professor guaranteed or your money back! He is the craziest ever! I still have to scope the class roster to see if there are any hotties with bodies also in the class. So you say you have already had the old bull, and now you want the young calf? Andrew Borgia is both the old bull AND the young calf. He is Legend like Will Smith. His style is impetuous. His defense is impregnable, and he's just flat-out ferocious. He wants your heart. And you wanna know what? He will get your heart, whether you try to fall head over heals for him or not. His looks will get the very best of you. His charm and his poetic nuggets of wisdom will have your heart begging for mercy and fresh air. His sex is on fire. He will have you even before he says hello. Andrew Borgia is a benchmark human being that normal men can only aspire to be, and a gold standard human being that sexy females can only aspire to be on. Ladies love him so much, and I do not blame a single one of them for a New York minute. Borgia is the Carter, so hold on to your teenage daughter. Sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real. Never meant to make Borgia cry, I apologize a million times. Love you Andrew. Stay perfect.

Anywho, what a joke. Life at this point in my life is just so overbearing and demanding. It has really taken a toll on my body both physically and mentally. I have aged. I am quickly approaching John Ryan levels of baldness, and John's bald head is a Verizon Dead Zone. Absolutely zero reception. That's a fact, Jack. I will soon be investing in hair growth products. Johnny, any advice? Buy more hats? Fair enough, acknowledged. I have gray hairs creeping up on me even faster than Stephen Corey Mack at a track and field event. I look tired, no energy. Does an end exist to this madness? I have my doubts. Oh yes, I think it is worth noting that I literally live a healthy 30 feet away from multiple (i.e., more than one) local watering holes (an antiquated term for "bar"). I receive daily text messages from bars that reveal drink specials. Is anyone picking up on a theme here? Trouble is on the horizon. We must protect this house. "Now I'm done" (B. Quinn).

So, I was thinking. How lucky am I and everyone else that gets the opportunity to attend a great college? What an unbelievable stepping stone to help us get to where we want to be. What a great place to make lifelong friendships. In college, I have experienced many things. Not a single event, however, will ever come close to the day that I got to meet Andrew Borgia for the very first time. There I was, standing in front of, shaking hands with, and staring into the eyes of a legendary and iconic figure. That moment in time will stand still forever. It will stand the test of time the way a Rolex watch does, or the way Victoria's special secret has (does anyone know her secret per chance?). Nothing will change that, ever. The idea that we get to spend four years of our life in an atmosphere like this is unbelievable. Remember to count your blessings. This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.

QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

"3, 6, 9.
Damn, she fine.
Hopin' she can sock it to me one mo' time.
Get low, get low.
To the window, to the wall."

- Lil' Jon (& the Eastside Boyz)


RANDOM ALANIS MORISSETTE QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

"Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly.
He packed his suitcase, and kissed his kids goodbye.
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight.
And as the plane crashed down he thought, 'Well isn't this nice...'
And isn't it ironic? Don't you think?"

- Morissette, Alanis.


CLOSING THOUGHTS:

You can get it if you really want, but you must try. Try and try, try and try. You'll succeed at last.



Call Me Butter Because I'm On A Roll,

Meatson, out.

For Those About To Rock We Salute You

Camp Hope Campers:

Lunch has been canceled due to lack of hustle. Deal with it.

I am back at school for my last rodeo, damn time flies. If someone gave me the option to go back to 3rd grade, I would totally jump on that opportunity. Back when the biggest and happiest part of my day was lunchtime where I could ravage my Gushers, Sharkbites, Dunkaroos, Ham & Cheese Lunchable, and Hi-C Ecto Cooler. Wait, that hasn't changed. I might have added Coffee to my repertoire, but lunch is still just about the same nutritious items just mentioned. The worst part of my day back in 3rd grade was failing to conquer the boss man Dr. Robotnik in Sonic for SEGGGAAA Genesis gaming console. The worst part of my day now is not much different either. Instead of losing in Sonic, it has now become losing in NFL Blitz for Nintendo64. My team has historically been the Dallas Cowboys. My go to defensive scheme for Blitz is "Suicide Blitz," and my go to offensive play is "Da Bomb." Every once in a blue moon I will resort to a "Safety Zone" defensive schematic, or implement an "X-Cross" and/or "UTB Deep" into the rotation. Of course, you have to remember to use the FLIP feature to offensive plays to add variety. Keeps the defense on their toes.

Man those were the days. I would not hesitate to go back even further to the days where I was pushed around in a shaded stroller. Maybe that is how I became so ridiculously lazy at times (all the time). Back then, we were not even expected to walk. We would get carried around either via parent's back (suspended baby backpack holder) or by means of a shaded stroller where we are greeted by blankets and pillows to burrow and make a nest in. We had no idea what was happening at any point during the course of a day. We would just stare at the people around us and possibly squirt some tears if we did not like who was currently holding us, if we were hungry, or if we layed down a giant dump in our Huggie's. Man, come to think of it, we literally did not have to do ANYTHING. We even had people wipe our own ass for us. We did not even have the ability to wipe our butt so we literally had other people take care of and manage the day-to-day operations of our always tricky butt wiping department. Now that is what I would call personal service. Too personal, perhaps? Not a chance. Who doesn't respect a good butt cleansing? Man, those really were the days. We also got hooked up so huge with all the fly outfits we wore. All we wore were timeless "onesie" full body pajama suits, many times even with the "footies" included to keep our toes nice and snug. We would just post so hard all day ensconced in strollers, suspended baby backpacks, the cracks of couches, or cribs wearing essentially a Snuggie everyday as our outfit. Those are the days I'll be missing. That was the life. Oh, sorry for the butt wiping comments. Probably could have done without.

It is so funny though to look back at our childhood memories. If you are lucky enough to have family videos, and you ever get a chance to look at old family videos or pictures, I suggest doing it. I do not think there is any better type of entertainment besides maybe Texts From Last Night browsing. It is so funny to see how incredibly uncool you were, and most likely still are because as they say: the more things change, the more they stay the same. It's always good to look back and reflect on who helped you get to where you are at today. For me and most people, that would definitely be my parents, brothers and sister, grandparents, and friends. I would not have been able to live the life that I live without their guidance, financial and emotional support, and most importantly their love that they have always shown to me. It is crazy to think that you literally could have been born into any family in the world, in any place in the world, at any period of time in the history of the world. But it is with your unique family, in your own town, at this specific time in history that you were chosen to be a special part of. I am not fully sold on the idea that everything happens for a reason, but I would argue that in this case that idea proves to be true. To be chosen to have the family and parents that you have, and to live in the place that you live, or even go to the school that you go to, at this exact time period in the history of the world, has to be for some special, divine reason that is still unknown to us. So, I guess I personally feel that not everything happens for a reason, but some aspects of our life are indeed for a special reason that we have yet to discover. Someday, that reason might be revealed to us.

The reason why I feel not everything happens for a reason is because I just truthfully think some of the events that happen to us throughout the course of our lives are plain and simply for no real reason. Things sometimes happen just...because. As I just said, there simply may be no single, objective reason as to why something has or has not happened in your life. I feel as though too often we like to put too many labels on certain events, or give too many possible reasons as to why something has or has not happened. I am working on accepting certain events that happen to me in my life for exactly what they are: an event that has now become part of me, contributing to who I am and who I am not. Accepting events does not mean that you fail to give each day your all, or you fail to try your best to influence the outcomes of the events in your life. Acceptance means that even after you have given all of yourself to reach your desired goals, and your absolute best falls short, you must graciously accept the temporary defeat, and continue on with effort that is better than your previous best the next time around. And the time after that, continuing forever until you literally no longer have anything of yourself to give. Remember, sit back and relax when you are struggling with learning to accept something that has happened to you. You can sport your sad puppy dog face until the end of time, but remember the world around you is not going to sit back and wait around for you until you bounce back, the world around you will move on with or without you. As for me, I will choose the option to continue moving my way along with the rhythm of the world every single day of the week, and twice on Sunday.
 
QUOTE OF THE DAY:

"Belief is a beautiful armor,
But makes for the heaviest sword.
Like punching under water,
You never can hit who you're trying for."

- John Mayer

DAILY DOUBLE BONUS QUOTE:

"G.T.L., baby. Gym, Tanning, Laundry."

- The Situation

RANDOM ALANIS MORISSETTE QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

"And what it all comes down to, is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine. Cause I've got one hand in my pocket, and the other is givin' a high-five."

- Morissette, Alanis.

CLOSING THOUGHTS:

Yeah Baby! Hook 'em horns. Colt McCoy wins the national champio... Wait, no. Sorry. "Classic mix-up!"


I Am Kazaam,

Meatson, out.